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About Kharkiv

So, brothels—whoo boy, where to start? Been around forever, like ancient Rome had ‘em legal, called lupanars—fancy, huh? Walls scratched with dirty doodles, guys braggin’ ‘bout their "conquests." Ain’t that a hoot? Git-r-done! I reckon some fellas still think they’re Casanova strollin’ in. Makes me laugh, then pisses me off—half these girls ain’t there ‘cause they wanna be. Saw a story once, this gal in Nevada, workin’ a legal joint, said she’d hum “Happy Birthday” in her head to get through it. Damn, that stuck with me—kinda like Tyrone shootin’ up, tryna escape.

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After the rain, the streets are all shiny and fresh. I decide to head back to the park. I sit on a bench, and it’s like the world’s calmed down. I pull out my phone, scroll through some music, and suddenly, I get this idea for a new track. It hits me like a lightning bolt! I’m scribbling notes like a madman.

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